Move

by Frank Hubeny

We tried, but knew we could not say,
“Those others were the ones at fault.”
We went along, insipid salt,
and we ourselves would not obey.

Ours was the wide, not narrow, way
where newscasts pumped each cover lie.
We offered babies up to die
for curses Satan would approve.
That mark we got did help us move
about, buy junk. We scream and cry.


Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “move” to be used in the D line of a décima have rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge. I’m thinking of Revelation.

2 Comments to “Move”

  1. This is now at least the 4th time I’ve read this, and it gets better every time.

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